perfection is a image
A dream that can't be realize
But they must seek
Even though they live in fear
Yet, bars are set so high
That even the stars can't reach up high
And the invisible spouse
Who seem so near but yet so far
Is never too close
For perfection isn't enough
And so the bar is set
Set to never be touched
And a foolish mind as that
Deserve no spouse
For bars that are set high above
shall never be loved
For those that seek
Will only live in fear.
(Never set a bar, where no one can compare.)

Last edited: 23 February 2013

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